Kit Carson County, Colorado |
Roscoe H. Churchwell, William H. Churchwell, Oscar S. Churchwell, brothers , 6 South 50 West
William T. Churchwell, John Samuel Churchwell, brothers , Stratton and Cope
Kenneth W. Churchill died October 12, 2012. Born January 5, 1919, north of Stratton, Colorado, Kenneth shared the same birthday as his dad. His dad said Kenneth was "one of his best birthday gifts." His mother and father had four more boys (all deceased now) and three girls. The only sibling left is his baby sister, Jean Williamson. Ken's dad, being a sharecropper and owner of sheep, is how Ken became a sheepherder. While herding sheep, a blinding dust storm came up suddenly and this was one of his scariest times. He was fourteen years old. The dust was so thick the sheep were hard to find. Ken marveled at how his dad ever found him in that storm. When the storm subsided, they went to a neighbor's farm, asking if the sheep could be corralled for the night. Agreeing to that request, Ken spent the night and took the sheep home the next day. That event changed his childhood because he ended up staying with this neighbor and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Parker. Mr. Parker later asked Ken's dad if he could stay with them herding sheep and helping around their farm. Parker told Ken's dad that he would treat Ken as his own son. They agreed to this arrangement. Living with Mom and Dad Parker (as he eventually called them) was like his second set of parents. Sheepherding had it's perils. He had many rattlesnake encounters and close calls. With a box full of rattles of the many snakes he killed, it was a constant reminder of those dangerous times. He attended a country school south of Stratton. At seven years of age, his family moved east of Denver where he attended grade school and graduated from Lindon High in 1939. With money scarce, he had little funds for a graduation suit. He got a job as a spotter for dump trucks to empty gravel, which enabled him to buy a good blue suit. His girlfriend in high school led to his future wife, Vivian, who was her cousin. When his folks moved to Denver, he stayed behind in Eastern Colorado to herd sheep. After graduation, he continued sheepherding for a man he worked for who bought him his own sheep dog. While still herding the lambs, he was drafted into the Army in 1941. Being in World War II over four years was a long, long time for a farm boy to be away from home. He was sent to several training bases for instruction as a truck/transport driver. He was shipped out to the Big Island of Hawaii from San Francisco. Rather than driving truck, he really wanted to serve in the Medic Corps. Trying to live a Christian life, Ken felt helping to save lives seemed a better alternative to taking life, He finally got to work as a medic in a field hospital (very similar to the T.V. series MASH). He gave meds, assisted with a few operations, and helped take care of severely wounded soldiers who might not make it into the hospital. He traveled by ship to several different islands including Okinawa. The Japanese bombed the medic tents, even with crosses displayed on them. Personnel bombs with shrapnel were dropped on the tents. Ken was hit in his back, but not being embedded too deep, he had it dressed and returned to work because they were so busy. They told him it would be written up the next day, but he never received that award. After fifty years, his granddaughter, Dee Ann Palmer (a state trooper in Idaho), got acquainted with some Army officers and inquired about the Purple Heart he never received. With their help she finally got it and surprised her grandpa with it. He was very grateful. As a result of him wanting to share Bible study and church services with other religious G. I.'s, he was given K.P. duty. A corporal spoke up and said it wasn't right. He finally got it changed; but asking for these little liberties, Ken was never promoted. His fellow soldiers complained of the unfairness and Ken did finally get that promotion. In 1945 he shipped out and took a train to Denver. Three of Ken's brothers also served and survived the war. During his service time, he wrote to Vivian. She had mentioned a Lane cedar chest in one of her letters. Ken sent her money to buy one as an engagement present and to consider them engaged. They married on December 23, 1945, in Denver. Even though Vivian was employed as a nurse's aide, Ken went looking for work. Pretty discouraged, he saw some men digging holes burying underground telephone cable lines. Asking if they needed help, he was sent to the main office and hired. That was his first job out of the Army. They rented a one-room apartment located upstairs with a small area to fix meals. They wanted to buy a home and ended up purchasing their first home at 2326 King Street. Ken worked for the phone company for two years. After that, he worked for a tree man while taking courses in Fort Collins to learn the tree business. A three-hour test for his license started his career, and he worked for two brothers who encouraged him to start his own business. Ted Taylor was the brother who ended up sharing the business with Ken called Advance Tree Service. Vivian was the secretary and bookkeeper and that allowed her to be at home with their three girls; Corrine, Sharon, and Dona. Being the major climber and trimmer on the jobs, Ken realized how dangerous this occupation was. He eventually sold the business equipment and retired from that work in the early 80's. Ken took a small reprieve until he got a job delivering pharmacy prescriptions. For twenty-five years Ken and Vivian enjoyed their home on King Street, and all three girls attended and graduated from Denver Public Schools. Kenneth and Vivian sold the King Street home and bought another at 3925 Pierce Street in Wheat Ridge around 1972. After moving to Wheat Ridge and retiring from tree work, Ken loved working as a school crossing guard. However, the cold winter weather kept him too cold to continue. Ken took care of Vivian for about a year when her arthritis got so bad but finally she needed more care than he could give. She was put in a nursing home in Wheat Ridge. After Vivian's death in 2002, Ken also spent nine months in the same nursing home because of failing health. Later, he was able to get better and was able to return to his home. He then became a recipient of the Total Longterm Care program. Ken is survived by his three daughters, two son-in-laws, eight grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren. His grandchildren are Curtis, Brian, Dan, and Brenda (Hager) Hendershott and Dee Ann, Wade, Travis, and Sandi Palmer. The great-grandchildren are Cody, Tanner, & Kaden Hendershott, Dillon, & Bradley Hager as well as Brooke, Jade, Cael, Stella, Cleo, & Pearl Palmer. His son-in-laws are Leonard Hendershott and Jerry Palmer. Kenneth was a loving and wonderful Husband, Dad, Grandfather, and Friend. His Christian life influenced so many and his great smile with those twinkling blue eyes, quick wit and perfect HUGS will be greatly missed by all. |
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